Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

After his words, the royal family became humble and begged the Malfoy family to accept the gold.

This made Pansy breathe a sigh of relief, and then she put on that mean and vicious face again. Goyle and Crabbe didn't mind either, for them, as long as the Malfoy family was still in power, it was enough.

The rich will always have more opportunities than those who have no money.

"Did you hear everything?" Pansy pushed away the group of Gryffindors and said loudly, "It was the Muggles who offered it..."

Nietzsche held Crookshanks with great effort in his left hand, stroked the cat's tail with the back of his right hand, and walked down slowly like a "princess" being pulled by Hermione's "knight".

He nodded calmly.

Only Daphne knew what that meant—it was good timing.

"What? You actually have a vested interest in Muggles?" She widened her eyes and acted incredulous in public, "We always thought you were a true pure-blood!"

True pure blood...is nothing more than an excuse.

Neither Malfoy nor Parkinson could refute this excuse, because pure-blood fundamentalism advocates "non-involvement" and "non-concern", and always maintains a superior attitude.

So Daphne's 'anger' would not be doubted by anyone.

Hermione also interrupted, "Being invited to a ball by a Muggle is also considered a tribute? Tsk tsk, Muggles are really proud of themselves."

"You actually made friends with Muggles just for their little money. It's really..." Daphne gritted her teeth and squeezed out the word that made many pure-blood Slytherins sigh, "Disgusting."

Now there is a good show to watch~

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were unable to move, and a large group of wizards gathered at the door, watching this rare performance.

"That's not what I meant! I meant... they are just confessing, they are just 'friends' on the surface." Malfoy stiffened his neck and explained excitedly.

But Daphne would never give this opportunity.

"Hehe, I should have believed in the Malfoy family's ability to adapt to the changing circumstances. You should be ashamed of your pure-blood identity!"

With that, Daphne slammed the door and rushed into the castle.

This time, she was in a commanding position and cut off contact with these people. It was reasonable from the perspective of pure-bloods, and it also caused some other fundamentalists to begin to split with Draco.

How can a pureblood interact with a Muggle?

Especially attending a dance?

Nietzsche walked up the stairs steadily, and when he passed by Draco who was standing there in a daze, he whispered, "How pathetic~"

When Malfoy wanted to argue, the other party had already turned its back to him. Only Crookshanks still raised his head and looked down at him... Magically, Malfoy actually felt that the cat was mocking him.

"Today is really too rich." When Ron noticed that the cat was looking at him, he immediately covered his bulging pockets.

The auditorium is on the right side of the hall. Nietzsche and Hermione separated temporarily and sat at the table chatting and laughing with their companions. After all the black pointed wizard hats were crowded together, Dean Flitwick came out with the Sorting Hat.

However, just as the sorting ceremony began, Nietzsche discovered that Hermione was called out by Professor McGonagall.

But he wasn't too bored today. At least he could welcome the Slytherin new students while petting Granger... no, petting Crookshanks.

What's even more interesting is the guest of honor seat above, because the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's seat is right next to the Slytherin Headmaster, so he can see Snape staring at Lupin with disgust.

No, it's not just disgust, it's aversion... the kind of look as if one wishes the enemy to die.

And Snape rarely showed emotions, even last year's Lockhart only made him a little impatient.

"Welcome everyone, and thank goodness that no one among us is absent." Dumbledore stood up with a smile after the last freshman was sorted into houses. "For safety reasons, I have decided to have two new professors for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course this year!"

At this time, Lupin and Grindelwald both stood up.

"Professor Lupin and Associate Professor Grendel."

There was a burst of warm applause in the hall, most of which was for Grindelwald, and the other part was for the students who were in the same compartment with Professor Lupin.

From the perspective of the young wizards, although Professor Grendel was old, his amiable appearance was exactly the same as Headmaster Dumbledore, and many people saw the "feats" around the train through the windows at that time.

They didn't know it was Li Huo, nor did they know how dangerous Li Huo was. They just thought it was cool.

After all, it was a real train.

Volume 1: Chapter 151: The Plan to Seize Power

It was not surprising that Snape hated someone.

If I had to give an example, Nietzsche could easily exclude two-thirds of the Gryffindors from Hogwarts alone, and the remaining one-third still had no sense of existence....

"Come on, the dean treats everyone like this." Theodore applauded and took the time to chat.

Everyone knows that Snape has been eyeing the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts for a long time.

Professor Grendel was much more outgoing. He smiled gently at the students and even stood up and raised his right hand, waving it back and forth to the students. Together with Headmaster Dumbledore, he waited until the applause died down on its own.

Everyone fell silent, wanting to hear what the new professor had to say.

"I am very happy about Albus's invitation, and I am also happy to see some young faces, but you are really not good at Defense Against the Dark Arts... I know it's not your fault. After all, it is rare to find an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Now you can see that the Dementors stationed in the school are sent by the Ministry of Magic. I hope you can learn some useful knowledge, so that you won't stand there crying next time there is a conflict~"

"This is the Ministry of Magic's distrust of the school! A stupid political tactic..."

He paused, and the gentleness on his face disappeared, and he glanced at the entire auditorium very calmly.

And what he said obviously made sense, and even Hufflepuff began to seriously think about the issue of Dementors stationed in Hogwarts.

Their emotions were easily aroused because of what happened on the train before.

Before his old friend could finish his words, Dumbledore frowned and tugged at his clothes, motioning for Grindelwald to sit down... then he cleared his throat, bringing the students back to their thoughts.

"I need to emphasize that no tricks or disguises can fool Dementors, but - I don't want you to have any conflict with them!" As he said this, he turned his head and glared at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald curled his lips and looked at the familiar starry sky above his head.

Finally, Dumbledore told him another good news: Rubeus Hagrid, who was in charge of guarding the game grounds, was promoted to professor of Magical Zoology.

Before Grindelwald could say anything, he ordered someone to clap their hands and quickly bring up the food from the kitchen.

The banquet begins~

When rich and delicious food appeared, many people's mood was not so bad again, but Nietzsche could find a few small wooden baskets filled with chocolates in between every few staple foods.

It seems that Headmaster Dumbledore knew about the incident, so he carefully prepared corresponding small measures.

The only one who didn't improve was Snape. He still stared at Professor Lupin with his eyes squinted, as if he wanted to take advantage of the other person's distraction to throw some poison in his mouth.

Nietzsche placed two plates in front of him, the closest of which was Crookshanks's meal. The pet cat sat on his lap, nibbling at fish and carrots...

Although the vegetable part was not moved and was pushed to the other side.

"It's not good to be picky about food," Nietzsche said meaningfully, "I don't want to wake up every day with numb legs."

But Crookshanks doesn't care about all this. He usually just catches rats and small snakes in Diagon Alley and barely manages to deal with them. Now that he can eat meat and fish, why would he care whether he gets fat?

After the banquet started, Hermione and Professor McGonagall also came back.

Nietzsche noticed that she had a pendant around her neck - it was something like a pocket watch.

So...Nietzsche looked down at his Persian cat and wondered whether he should buy it a pocket watch pendant as well?

"Did you know about this?" Hubble said vaguely with half a pumpkin pie in his mouth, "They all say that the Malfoy family is now hanging out with rich Muggles, but he wanted to help the Slytherin heir clean up the school last year."

Nietzsche shook his head.

It was Hermione who told him about this, and she discovered Malfoy and his son when she attended the summit that day.

“How’s the approval rating?” he asked.

"Daphne distanced herself from them because of her pure-blood beliefs. Blaise Zabini was skeptical but indifferent... That guy's mother is a famous poisonous widow."

Nietzsche turned his head and found several freshmen looking for their seats at the long table in a daze.

Except for that girl, Astoria Greengrass, who was pulled to sit next to Daphne. She looked very nervous and kept observing the students from other colleges involuntarily.

During the meal, Lucien Pol, as the prefect, planned to say a few words as an opening statement.

Those Slytherin cliches...

"Slytherin welcomes you new ambitious and smart people." He stood up with a smile on his face to greet the freshmen. "When you come here, it means that you are different from others."

Nietzsche carefully covered Crookshanks' ears so that he couldn't hear the pureblood's nonsense.

And Warrington whistled contemptuously.

The time has come, some things can end in this year, everything they have suffered will finally stop in their hands, this is Slytherin's "gift" to the freshmen...

"Yes, it is different, which also means that you have abandoned the vulgar and pathetic idea of ​​'the big fish eat the small fish'." Nietzsche told them calmly like a bard.

Compared to the oppressive speeches of Marcus and Lucian, the freshmen certainly prefer his approachable approach.

Dozens of freshmen looked at each other and immediately understood something, and Astoria also looked at Nietzsche curiously. She suddenly realized that Slytherin was not entirely what the family said.

There was no 'Muggle scum' talk.

Warrington immediately stood up and used his tall body to attract the attention of the freshmen: "This is the second oldest senior, who once teamed up with Gryffindor to kill the basilisk, Nietzsche Holmes~"

When they heard the name, admiration immediately filled their eyes.

"I've read his book!" Astoria suddenly raised her hand excitedly and said with a blushing face, "I like the real founder of Slytherin very much."

"But your father wouldn't like it." Daphne forced her hand down.

"Sister~"

Nietzsche put his arm around Crookshanks with his left hand and held up the wine glass with his right hand, grabbing his attention. This made the prefect very dissatisfied, but he was helpless for the time being and could only sit down with gritted teeth.

There is no way, times have changed~

"Cheer up, everyone. We are Slytherins, not man-eating beasts. Those Dark Jungle theories don't count for us. Let's talk about something interesting - let's raise a glass to the new prefect."

Nietzsche looked deeply across.

Now Lucien Pol could no longer sit still. He stiffly held the wine glass full of juice, but the other party did not look at him. Only the cat rubbed its mouth with the tablecloth and looked seriously towards the end of the Slytherin table.

It was as if those words were actually spoken by the cat.

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing. You'll graduate next year, so of course you have to give up the position of prefect." Nietzsche blinked innocently and said in a cheerful tone, "So please let us congratulate Senior Warrington for becoming the new prefect."

Warrington stood there with his eyes wide open, bewildered.

He just stood there awkwardly, the prefect badge gleaming in the light.

This was indeed something worth celebrating, but it was limited to their group. All the Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards in Slytherin raised their glasses enthusiastically, and the words that came out of Nietzsche's mouth were already a foregone conclusion.

They never doubted Nietzsche's judgment, and it also made sense for them that Warrington became a prefect.

"He's just lucky. It's not who you say he is..." Malfoy said gloomily.

"Of course, it's not me who has the final say. It's them, the majority of people." Nietzsche smiled at the freshmen again, "This is the first lesson you have learned - the more friends you have, the greater your power."

It doesn’t matter which college you are in, what matters is what path you take.

Even in Slytherin, the number of pure-blood wizards will never be able to outnumber that of half-blood wizards... and Nietzsche naturally makes the freshmen feel that they are needed.

That’s right, they are part of the majority, they are important, and instead of following the pure-bloods as lackeys, why don’t they better realize their own value and become the wizard that is needed?

After just a few words, the freshmen immediately became attracted to Nietzsche and others.

Finally, the chocolate in the glass bowl disappeared. After Dumbledore announced that the students could return to the common room to sleep, Nietzsche was surrounded by the crowd and rushed to the basement.

Hermione and Grindelwald watched him being surrounded by people from afar, and each had their own thoughts in their minds.

Volume 1: Chapter 152: Step by step, every move is a trick to kill the heart

In the lounge, Warrington took the initiative to take over the work of the class leader - after introducing the lounge and the passwords to the freshmen, he was able to return to the stove and find Nietzsche.

"You will be a senior next year, and in another year, you will be able to become a prefect," said Warrington, sitting on a chair.

The firelight under the Black Lake stretched the shadows of several people very long.

Warrington sat under the glass where Marcus had beaten him, but as time went on, he was now recognized as a good captain in the Quidditch team because he never played tricks or schemes.

A game is a game, and a loss is a loss.

"I can't possibly be a prefect." Nietzsche looked at Crookshanks, who was lying on his stomach, with a twinkling gaze. "How about a one-minute quick game?"

The soft and warm fur saved him the trouble of covering himself with a blanket... Everything about it was good, except that it was a little too heavy.

Since they were free anyway, Warrington took out a set of wizard chess from the dormitory, while Nietzsche took out a device that combined two alarm clocks.